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f i b e r b a s e d
shifting through old papers i stumble upon a photograph of you and i together reflected onto a sheet of bending fiber with your dimple in full view i am reminded of the time my fingertips were cradled by this small indention your sunglasses which usually hide your eyes are draped over your creased shirt leaving room for me to read you my hand resting against your head holding you closer to me as my fingertips find their way into the texture of your hair now alone in my room with only the remnants of your words and visions of you i am overcome with remorse remembering that today your sunglasses remained over your eyes and my hands in my pockets
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